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The consummate lady-of-all-trades, award-winning author Renee George has been a medic, a nurse, a web site designer, and a small press editor. She can make candles, build a deck, and redo a bathroom, but writing is her true passion.

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Viva Los Regalos: Double Down
by Renee George


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Blurb:
After shy, hard-working Maxine Simms inherits a small chunk of money from her grandmother, she decides to be frivolous for once in her life. She books a dream weekend at Los Regalos, the world’s only city run completely by paranormals and catering strictly to humans. The best thing is, Los Regalos prides itself on complete anonymity for their guests! Maxine is determined to have her every fantasy fulfilled, even if it goes against her nature.

Nigel Tennon and Pacer Prism are blackjack dealers at the Platinum Nugget Casino and Hotel in Los Regalos. Both hume-shapeshifters from the same clan -- Pacer, dark-haired and mysterious, Nigel, blue-haired and outrageously fun -- they were childhood friends until a misunderstanding drove them apart. When Maxine shows up at the Nugget, her quiet, conservative demeanor attracts the shifters, and they are both determined to have her. They get the surprise of their lives when Maxine takes a chance and tells them she wants to “double down” and have them both.

All bets are off as the two shifters decide whether they can put their differences aside to make Maxine’s fantasies come true, and they discover there is more beneath the surface anger that they feel for each other than either one of them could have imagined.

Excerpt 1: (NC-17)

"You've never heard of humes? I'm not surprised. Here…" He stepped back from her. "I think it will be easier to show you than to tell you." Before Maxine's eyes, Nigel's long blue hair turned blond and began to recede into a shorter cut. His body shrank down to her height. Morphing and shifting, he grew breasts and his hips became curvier. His rainbow colored eyes turned green and Maxine nearly hit the floor. He'd made himself look exactly like her.

There Maxine stood looking at a mirror image of herself, only the image wore black slacks and a black T-shirt. "Oh, that's just… crazy."

The other her smiled as Nigel shifted again, hair lengthening a bit, and turning brown. His build became thickly muscled as he grew several inches. Not as tall as his former self, but taller than she. His face took on a chiseled look, no longer narrow and beautiful, instead he became more rugged, like an action hero from one of those old movies her grandparents liked to watch.

Within seconds, he transformed into himself again. Tall, delicate features, and gorgeous. Without thinking, Maxine reached out and touched his hair. Nigel took her hand and brought it to his lips. "It's real. I'm real."

"And you can just…" She wiggled her hips and eyebrows. "Shift your body into whatever?"

"Well, it is limited to human forms and variations thereof. But, yes, mostly whatever." He grinned.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Never." He nuzzled her fingertips. "Do you like the way I look? Or would you prefer me to take another form?"

"I…" She blinked at the question. It also could have been the fact she still felt the electricity pulse through her fingertips from where he'd kissed them. "I… you look fine." Maybe a little overdressed.

Nigel stripped his shirt. Maxine's jaw went slack. His abdomen lined up in a neat eight-pack, with a strip of blue hair below his navel trailing down under his slacks. And his nipples. Oh, God, his glorious light blue nipples -- the left one pierced by a gold barbell -- ached to be played with. "What are you doing?" she asked, then thought, and why in the hell did you stop at just the shirt.

As if on command, the blue-haired god of a man smiled coyly and began to unbutton and unzip his drawers.

Maxine felt light-headed. "Dear Lord, man. What are you doing?" The words came out in a weak pant.

"You're the one who keeps thinking I'm wearing too many clothes. I'm just trying to please you." His pants hung loose at his hips. He took Maxine's hand and pulled her closer to him. He placed her palm on his stomach and slowly slid it down until her fingers dipped into the blue curls of hair and his aroused cock rose to greet the tips. "Do I please you?"

"Oh yes," Maxine sighed, gripping his shaft. She stammered, "I… I mean, uh…" She couldn't think. Not with his really large, really hard cock in her hand. "I don't know what I mean."

"Maxine. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?" The dulcimer tones of his voice poured over her body like warm honey, coating her with his desire and longing. "Kiss me."

She bit her lower lip, determined to put up one last resistance. She didn't know this guy from Adam, jumping into his arms and fucking his brains out and vice versa was not practical. Her grandmother's words crept into her mind. Forget practical, Maxi-moon. Live. Really live. For both of us.

His hands went to her shoulders. "Live, Maxi-moon."

As scared as she might be of making a mistake, the thought of never taking the chance scared her more. Throwing aside her rationales for not taking full advantage of the hume, Maxine jumped into his arms and met his mouth with her own. Fiercely and fearless, she thrust her tongue between his lips, running the tip over his fangs, before slipping it past his teeth. His lips met her with as much ferocity, if not more, feeding from her mouth like a hungry tiger.

Nigel yanked her pajama top over her head, and she pulled back far enough to see his hair had turned orange, his eyes yellow with large black pupils, and his skin burnt-orange with black stripes. Still in human form, but his markings were that of a tiger. It definitely distracted her from the fact her naked breasts, not nearly as perky as they used to be, were on full display. "Whoa. That is so awesome."

"No." He cupped her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, then moving to other for rough lick. "These are awesome." Kneeling before Maxine, Nigel pulled her bottoms down, revealing her white underpants. He chuckled -- dark, sexy, seductive. He licked the fabric between her legs. "Mmm, you are delicious."

She thought she would lose it right then and there. Remaining standing was no longer an option as her knees buckled. Nigel caught her thighs and held her steady. His tongue laced itself under the white cotton panties and slid along the folds of her pussy. Placing his arms against her back, he lifted Maxine until her legs were over his shoulders. He stood, holding her up, his teeth nibbling her swollen clit as he braced her against the wall.

"Criminently!" She threw her head back and the top of her skull bashed against the eight-foot ceiling. The small pain sent a twittering thrill through her body. She rocked her hips forward, wishing the fabric between his mouth and her pussy gone.

Nigel head reared back. "Your wish is my command." His fangs bit into the white cotton and he yanked, ripping her underwear right off.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she murmured, her aching clit grazing against his chin.

"You haven't seen God, yet." His tongue swiped the folds of her sex, twice. "But you will." She could feel him grinning against her flesh. "You will."


Excerpt 2 (NC-17):

Saara pulled Maxine’s hand to her lips and kissed her fingertips in invitation and Maxine froze like a deer caught in the headlights. She might have been interested in a threesome, but not this kind. Her nervous system kicked into flight or fight mode as she desperately searched her mind for a getaway. A warm hand caressed her back. And she jerked into awareness as long black hair spilled over her shoulders. Pacer’s arms crossed the front of her causing Saara to drop Maxine’s hand. “Maybe some other time,” he directed to the elf.

Maxine held stark still as the elf’s lower lip jutted in a pout.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” Meyer said, his full attention on Saara as the elf led him away from Maxine and Pacer.

“You can breathe now,” Pacer whispered in Maxine’s ear, his arms still holding her tight.

“Nice seeing you,” she squeaked, before her knees buckled and she let go of the long-suffering breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “Thank you.” If Pacer hadn’t come along, no telling how badly she would have handled the situation.

His hands slipped upward, crossing her chest, fingertips grazing her nipples as he turned her in his arms. “My pleasure. Most assuredly.”

Maxine groaned deep in her throat as visions of the naked hume danced through her head. Her gaze traveled to his eyes. She ground her teeth and fought the urge to jump up and straddle his muscled thighs.

Pacer satisfied the urge for her when he lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs about his waist. Maxine felt wild with desire and fear as he captured her lips with his and pulled her against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against her wet panties. She resisted for a whole nanosecond before thrusting her tongue into his mouth, meeting his passion with her desire and fervent need.

A deep moan rumbled from Pacer’s chest as his whole body vibrated against hers. He broke from the kiss briefly to call out. “I’m taking my break!”

Maxine didn’t notice if another dealer had replaced him as Pacer began walking toward the back of the casino, his tongue firmly back inside her mouth. His hands squeezed and massaged her ass, pulling and pushing so her pussy rubbed up and down over his clothing bound cock.

Her skin flushed, and a warm tingling prickled over every inch. He wasn’t headed to the lobby, to her room, but she didn’t care. She wanted him in her -- riding her body until she quaked with pleasure. Maxine had never been so exposed, dry fucking the gorgeous man who carried her through the crowd of patrons who looked on as they disappeared behind a black velvet curtain.

The mood changed from gambling excitement to one of dark unbridled lust. Naked couples, threesomes, foursomes, and more filled the small room. Shock ripped down Maxine. Pacer had brought her to a regular orgy party. “Wait, wait,” she panted as his hand slipped under her dress and down into her panties.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Maxine Simms,” Pacer growled against her lips. “I can barely stand with the desire I feel for you.”

“I can’t… Not here…” She watched as naked bodies crawled over each other, thrusting, turning, licking and sucking. The sight gripped her stomach, and her pussy spasmed with excitement and the thrill of the forbidden.

“You want to.” He slipped a finger over her clit, squeezing it with the crook, and it swelled against him. Her pussy grew more drenched with desire as he continued his assault on her senses. “I can feel it in you. Let me take you, Maxine. Here and now. Open yourself to the possibility. Free yourself. It will make you feel more alive than you have ever felt.”

She glanced around the room through heavily lidded eyes, drinking in the hedonistic scene. A human man leaned forward against the wall as a pale beautiful male creature kissed his back before sliding his long, hard shaft into the human’s ass. The human cried out his pleasure as he pushed backward to take the other man’s cock deep within himself. A small female with silvery skin and wings slipped between the human and wall, taking the tourist’s length into her mouth, sucking, licking and caressing his balls as he fucked her face with the same ferocity with which he was getting fucked.

“Oh, God,” Maxine mumbled as her hips bucked forward involuntarily. She wanted to be possessed by the dark-haired hume, entirely and completely. In front of all these people, she wanted him to claim her. “Yes.”